Your multitude stumbled and fell, and one said to another, “Come, let us go back to our own people and to the land of our birth, because of the destroying sword.”
Even her mercenaries in her midst are like fatted calves; they, too, have turned and fled together; they did not stand, for the day of their calamity has come upon them, the time of their punishment.
Cut off from Babylon the sower and the wielder of the sickle in time of harvest; because of the destroying sword, all of them shall return to their own people, and all of them shall flee to their own land.
We tried to heal Babylon, but she could not be healed. Forsake her, and let each of us go to our own country, for her judgment has reached up to heaven and has been lifted up even to the skies.